He first spotted the shape of an heart on a pavement, waiting for a bus. It must have been a tiny piece of wet paper. But it was a Heart. Love Heart. And he thought of her. Of how caring and attentive she was. Of how great sex they had this morning. There was a little romance in sending the image through Whatsapp, it was just a thought. But soon after there was and another shape in unexpected place. And another. They kept coming. As if he was looking for them. But he wasn’t. He didn’t need to prove or declare his love, there was no quest to find, establish or determine one.
Her mobile would beep and there would be yet another image and she would smile and feel very warm inside.
She too would often see the lovehearts. While cooking dinner for her kids. On the paintbrush when working. Or in the shape of the clouds when she looked at the sky, and it didn’t matter that she was far away and he was no longer with her. She would still send her loveheart over because habit is a habit, right?